Tell Me No More of Earthly Toys

Tell me no more of earth­ly toys

Of sin­ful mirth

and car­nal joys

The things I loved be­fore;

Let me but view my Sav­ior’s face

And feel His ani­mat­ing grace

And I de­sire no more.

Tell me no more of praise and wealth

Tell me no more of ease and health

For these have all their snares;

Let me but know my sins for­giv’n

But see my name en­rolled in Heav’n

And I am free from cares.

Tell me no more of lof­ty tow­ers

Delightful gar­dens

frag­rant bow­ers

For these are trif­ling things;

The lit­tle room for me de­signed

Will suit as well my ea­sy mind

As pa­lac­es of kings.

Tell me no more of crowd­ing guests

Of sump­tu­ous feasts and gau­dy dress

Extravagance and waste;

My lit­tle table

on­ly spread

With whole­some herbs and whole­some bread.

Will bet­ter suit my taste.

Give me the Bi­ble in my hand

A heart to read and un­der­stand

And faith to trust the Lord;

I’d set alone from day to day

Or urge no com­pa­ny to stay

Nor wish to rove abroad.